Whirly-gigs. Whirly-birds. They’re those pinwheel thingys made to catch the wind and spin and spin.
They were a wonderful discovery though they caused me to sin, y’all.
One morning I walked out my door and noticed my neighbor’s to-die-for front porch. Perched in the middle of her potted plant was the most beautiful red whirly gig.
I must confess, I flat out broke the 10th commandment: “Thou shall not covet your neighbor’s stuff” jumped all over me in conviction.
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I sure did covet my neighbor’s stinkin’ whirly gig.
It became a mission to find one. Well, if one is good, two or three might be better. Off to the store I went trying to find one as pretty as my neighbors. The only things I could find were some smaller patriotic ones and pink polk-a-dot ones. I grabbed what was there having no idea these things would make my grandchildren’s day.
Family by family they came to visit. To a child, they were fascinated by these spinning pinwheels. Betsy, Mamie and Callie were thrilled with the girly pink ones, complementing me on my purchase saying, “These are just beautiful, KK.”
Kasie James loved the patriotic ones because her mama cries at the National Anthem and has instilled in her a love of country. Jackson and John Lowry enjoyed all of them and the little twins liked any of them they could reach. The problem was their twirling abruptly ended when grabbed.
So, it was when one afternoon I braved taking the ones in diapers, Teagan and Bode, for a ride in the red wagon. It was probably not my best moment as I look back on it, because they could have bailed on me any second, the whirly gigs saved the day.
The wind was blowing just enough to keep the pinwheels facing in the right direction spinning like mad. The twins grunts, groans and squeals left no question both the twins wanted to reach them. It was necessary for the wagon to be pulled through thick grass for a closer look. It was the perpetual motion that held their attention.
We made it. I said a prayer the wind wouldn’t stop and the thrill would still be there upon our arrival. They were spinning when chubby little hands reached out and snatched them mid-whirl. They weren’t able to do what they were made to do and the draw was done. No spin, no win.
That’ll preach. Our lives are like a whirly gig. We were all made by God on purpose, for His purpose. When we are facing His direction, He is the wind beneath our wings, and we are moving in the right way. Sometimes the wrong things grab us, stopping us dead in our tracks. When we aren’t doing what we were created to do we lose our luster and our joy. That joy is what makes us spin.
One of my favorite verses is Ecclesiastes 5:20 “For he will not dwell unduly on the days of his life, because God keeps him busy with the joy of his heart.” With your face toward the Father, may you spin with joy today, my friends.
Kandi Farris, a freelance correspondent, also is a speaker on matters of faith and values.